Summer 2015: Poetry
Attention
by Juleen Johnson
The Goodbye was always more pleasant than the hello.
Too much attention was placed on over
before the over was ever realized.
The way ants retreat into sand.
Salt crystallizes in shallow water.
I realize a rainbow cannot be seen.
It is invisible if not followed.
The way love is the man that walks down the street and says hello.
You say, “Hi.”
He is not supposed to be your husband.
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